In so many small but cumulatively significant cases, the tradition of the Great British Fudge is being lost.
So many people who know how much they owe to the subtle protections from tyranny that lies in our gently creaking old unwritten constitution. Who feel their opposition to republican ressentiment harden when they see this sort of smug gesture.
So much better to sometimes just cross your fingers and sing along with the old hymns.
Love these late January evenings… and by late January evenings I mean following my girlfriend round Aldi with a 24 pack of loo roll shouting ‘we shittin’ tonight baby’
I hate this. Cow in a sinkhole. But also love it because it’s a great rescue. But mainly I hate it because sink holes are terrifying. Don’t worry, the cow is fine. His mates check on him at the end